Mar 2014
The cave collapsed.
Jagged rocks poking holes through my windpipe.
And I can't breathe anything but your face,
and you're too weak to save me.
I need You
and I swear I'll never choose him again,
make him stay away from me
and let me out of here;
he's haunted for a reason.
He's too weak,
too weak to heave
the rocks off of my chest.
That's fine,
I spend all of my time
wishing I couldn't breathe anyway.
I need You.
Jagged rocks poking holes through my windpipe.
And I can't breathe anything but your face,
and you're too weak to save me.
I need You
and I swear I'll never choose him again,
make him stay away from me
and let me out of here;
he's haunted for a reason.
He's too weak,
too weak to heave
the rocks off of my chest.
That's fine,
I spend all of my time
wishing I couldn't breathe anyway.
I need You.
It may or may not be obvious; this poem's about me forsaking God for the comfort of a boy who was very, very toxic (and still is). If you meet him, please, stay far, far away.
